Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.